Page 18 of A Season Of Sin

Please kiss me.

More.

Wolf’s head turns ever so slowly to look over at my wife. My sexy, perfect, flushed wife. Her nipples are pink, and one of them has a hickey.

“Come kiss your husband, sweet girl,” Wolf orders.

Obeying, Gracie steps in front of our sexy guest, sandwiching herself between us. Wolf releases his hold on my hair as my wife curls her arms around my neck and draws me down to kiss her.

And I do.

I kiss her hard, wrapping an arm around her. Gracie’s breasts smash against me as I consume what’s mine. It’s sexy and familiar, but different, too, with Wolf watching. I sense him move, and when he presses his bulge against my ass and starts to lower my bottoms to the ground, I don’t stop him. I shiver and moan into the kiss. When he pecks my ass cheek, one and then the next, his warm breath bathing my sensitive flesh, I kiss my wife with all I’ve got. I send a silent thank you to whoever made this happen, whoever fulfilled my dreams, my fantasies, and gave me a moment, even a night with this man I’ve spent years dreaming of.

I shouldn’t do this.

I should stop.

But I don’t think I can.

The Kid’s shirt came off, and with it went my hesitation.

His chest.

Gracie’s tits.

Fuck.

Now I have his ass right in front of me.

His toned ass that he worked years turning into a goddamn Greek sculpture.

I lick the seam, and Jace’s knees give out. Gracie catches him before he falls and helps him onto the floor. I follow him down, as does she.

On his hands and knees on the carpet, Jace looks at me over his shoulder, panting. Sweat glistens down his tattooed back, shining in the dim firelight. Gracie gives me a look.

She wants this for him.

We talked about it at length when he was handling the Christmas decorations.

I’m his only fantasy.

He doesn’t watch porn.

He doesn’t want anyone but her…

Except this…

I’ve never respected a woman more than I do her.

Even if she wasn’t attracted to me, even if I wasn’t attracted to her, Gracie would still want this for Jace. For him to experience this once in his life.

And while I should stop and give him time to think, I’m not going to.

Gracie doesn’t want that either.

She doesn’t want him to chicken out.

Spreading Jace’s cheeks, I swipe my nose up his taint to his hole.